I'd go into his room or he'd come to mine. Anger and jealousy filled us. Anger at the world for not being accepting of our relationship and for forcin...g us to put up this facade. The sex that ensued was always full of passion and emotion one of us had to keep down for the few hours that the other had with their partner. Maybe it was make up sex? It was always rough sex. Clearly it was jealous sex. But for the one allowing themselves to be fucked it was truly apologetic sex. Sometimes I was in. A few seconds later she is at my door knocking to come in i allow her to enter and she tries to make excuses as to why it had happened and said please Mark it won’t happen again but i didn’t believe her i scream at her “GET OUT I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN AND WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED IN A FEW YEARS AND NOW YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING, She cries and runs out of the house and gets in her car crying and drives away.Meanwhile dad is sitting in his bedroom having heard what i had said he was. And his cock sprang up and hit me on my nose. We looked each other in the eyes....and I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth to form an O and he moved forward as my lips encircled him....inch by massive inch he pushed forward....taking hold of the back of my head....until he was buried completely down my throat and my nose was pressed into his pubic hair.I was in slut heaven. I didn't even realize that he had somehow taken my shirt and pants off....and I was dressed only in the red lace. As i walked to the door my bl**d was pounding in my ears and i was nervous as hell. He opened the door and said hi. His name was jim, he was slightly taller than me, maybe 6 foot…in good shape, late thirties, sandy blond hair…again, i don’t find men attractive, but he was what i would consider a good looking guy. He was wearing a t shirt and sweat pants. I could see his cock bulge and was sure i was ready. I walked in his house. It was like any other nice home (not sure what i expected). I.